Ironic

how ironic,
that the person i care most about doesnt see me as anything special.
ive gotten so good at hiding, that you'll never find me, never realize im crazy about you.
dont you see? the way i talk to you?
the way i look into your deep blue eyes?
i get lost sometimes, its so hard to find my way back.
isnt it ironic, that im writing about you, for you, but you'll never see it?
i wish i could show you, but youd probably laugh.
rejection is hard, and i cant take it.
how ironic, i love talking too you, but i havent seen you for so long.
sometimes i wait to see you, but you never come.
isnt it ironic, that all i want is for you to see how i feel?
but still, i keep my mouth shut,
and except the roll i play in your life.
friends.